Han Yiliang suddenly smiled and said, "That person was won by someone! Maybe there's no fate..."
After thinking for a while, Eris held the red wine in her hand and took a sip. She pursed her lips and was familiar with the aroma of the red wine. Then she slowly smiled and said to everyone in a special Chinese tone, "For thousands of years, there is a very strange picture in our wine shop. It is that every year, when struggles bloom in autumn, the wine in the wine kiln will slowly boil and even pour out from the wine barrel. Every time, people in our chateau will frantically collect the wine from the barrels..."
"Oh?" Meng Han asked with great interest, "Is it about temperature or chemical principles?"
Everyone was also listening carefully...